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Sad but True gangster sad love poems

My eyes filled with sorrow,
my heart an empty place,
your touch, smile and beauty,
can only feel that space,
sometimes I think theres no reason,
to live another day,
then I think of you and my children,
and it leaves that thought a stray,
then in my mind you linger,
and again I'm feeling sad,
I never had a clue,
being apart could hurt so bad,
my soul is already taken,
and you know it belongs to you,
your my life, your my love,
my heart belongs to you. ! gangster sad love poems

Lovin a Gangster

Lovin a gangster is so hard 2 do
it's like your lovin them n hoping they love you 2,
coming home late everynite,
waking up the next day, then your out of my site,
i cant go thru this cuz your breaking my heart,
sometimes it feels like we're torn apart,
you say you love me, but those are jus words,
you never really showed me how much you cared,
i wish you could open your eyes and see how much of my love i gave you,
but you say your a gangster, and your down for your hood,
but your nothin to me but a stranger that's not even down for his lady,
you see where this is goin,
i thought we were meant to be, gangster sad love poems
but this is how love goes wen your in love with a gangster.

Gangsta Love

He was raised in the streets
She was in pain
They live two different worlds
Their not the same
He's walkin' around people givin' him fame,
While she walks lookin' down, people givin' her pain
He's gettin' hi-fives
And no one wants to save her life
He's chillin' with his boyz
Tellin' them his "stories"
While she sits in the corner
Tryin to dose over
He's rollin down town
But she's havin' a break down
People givin' him cheers
Why don't anyone try to dry her tears
They bump into each other...
This can't be real...

"A Christian Man"

"A Christian Man"

There once was a man who was plagued with sin,
He didn't know what horrible shape he was in.

One day he decided to give his life to the Lord,
Because he wanted to be with one accord.

Soon the Lord heard his humble cry,
he said, "My child I will not pass you by."

Jesus took away the sin and shame,
he told him to cherish his new given name.

Now go out and serve me as much as you can,
I'll always be around to help you stand.

As the trial and tribulations come and go,
Don't stop calling on my name,
for these things come to help us grow!

If at anytime you think you can't make it,
Remember my words and speak it out bit by bit.
My word will be there to help you stand,
you can't go without it, if you want to be grand.
Today He is still in the Christian race,
For someday he will see the Lord face to face.
The Cross

Up a hill one lone man walks
and all around Him is sadness
He can hear loud cries as the guards talk
But in the crowd there is madness!

There is a cross that stalks Him
Thee are guards who shove Him
There is his father above Him
And all those who love Him.

Finally He reaches the top
One nail, two nails, three nails...
But he never tells them STOP!!
For He knows His Father's plan won't fail...

Up on the Cross the man hangs
Father forgive them, for they know not what they do!!
Those are the words of my idol in pain
And with this HE slipped into the new!!

Its that time of the year again

Its that time of the year again
Jingles, laughter, parties and celebration.
To wish someone dear and close,
Miss someone the heart yearns,
To Remember to Good old times, fun we had,
Its that time of the year again.

Its that time of the year again,
When we dance, sing and party,
And get the best decorations on the tree
Its that time of the year again,
When Santa rules everyone's thoughts,
And you; mine.

Do you know it's Christmas,

Do you know it's Christmas,
A Little after Thanksgiving
And a shade before New Year,
A Day of triumphant light and love,
Love ~ the feeling you and I share, and
Light ~ it has brought to our lives.
This Christmas is very special !
I have been granted my secret wish
I have your lovely company.

The good old days

Remember the good old days we spent
Snowballs, your face, and the gifts.
Laughers, tid-bits
Those long hours waiting for Santa,
And the gifts He left for us
Merry-making, friends, and the Church
Remembering the good old days, and an old friend like you
In the best of spirit
And wish you a very happy Christmas!

Christmas time

Its Christmas time again
The season of renewal
Love, faith, charity
And all that is beautiful
Chimes greatly in to every heart
Beating in celebrations
Of Spirit, togetherness, and affirmation.

Christmas Poems by LMWillson [lmwillson_at_aol.com]

It was a silent night in Bethlehem,
When Christ our King was born,
While shepherds watched their sheep,
On that very early morn.

A brilliant star was shining,
Upon that sacred shrine,
Of the Holy Family kneeling,
Beside the manger of God Divine.

The shepherds followed this radiant star,
Of royal beauty bright,
And listened to the angels sing,
While praising God all through the night.

Hosanna in the highest,
Unto Him all nations sing,
Christ our Saviour is born this night,
\'Tis Christ our Saviour King.

The radiance of His being,
Will shine through all our lives,
And crush the sins of all mankind,
Upon which all evil thrives.

Oh Blessed Child of Mary,
To whom all the world will bow,
\'Tis God\'s Son - The only One,
To this our God forever will avow.

Oh loving Saviour of mankind,
The souls of man both then and now,
Will sing Your praises forever,
And unto You all knees will bow.

Each year we\'ll celebrate Your birth,
To please our God our King,
And pray You will come again,
So peace to this world You\'ll bring.

Christmas Adam

Twas' two days before Christmas
and all through Aunt Ova's house,
all happiness ran amuck
for such a clatter did arouse.

Uncle Robert reads the paper
and the rest watch TV.
The ladies are in the kitchen.
It's all tradition you see.

Oh yeah, the men do some work too
as we put up some window blinds.
But there are football games on
and the cooks now seem to pay no mind.

Yet today has special meaning
in this grateful happy family.
One created by a member
just as simple as can be.

Like Adam before Eve
one tradition is now borrowed.
Christmas Adam is today.
Christmas Eve comes soon tomorrow.

They say Aunt Beth is the installer
of this new holiday.
Because of her we have plenty more
to enjoy until Christmas Day.

-by Juan Manuel Perez

Snow On The Cactus

Snow in Texas Canyon.
Snow in the Dragoon Mountains.
Near Cochise and Geronimo's Stronghold;
Snow on Triangle T Ranch.

Snow on the cactus.
Snow on the pine trees.
Snow on the big rocks.
Snow at the very end of March.

Come to sunny Arizona. Ha!
...Though not really complaining.
I just wasn't ready to see
snow on the cactus.

-by Juan Manuel Perez

Cherish His Christmas

Christmas brings such a time of love
Each tender heart holds so much of
Unselfishness thrives, trust is strong
The purpose to give, send love along.

A time of pleasantries, patience too
Good wishes to all, all feelings true
Thankfulness follows each fine deed
Gifts from our God, never from greed.

Great the rewards that joy does bring
Like the beauty in hearing angels sing
We pray for our loved, each so dear
Especially those who can't be near.

Many leave home to bravely serve
All freedoms we have, they preserve
Do pray for our troops, as we should
And their families too, if you would.

Give thanks to our Lord, His only Son
And cherish His Christmas, everyone.

Roger J. Robicheau
Former SP5 US Army
( POETICPLUMBER@peoplepc.com )

They Won't Be Home For Christma

STAR OF HOPE
- by Del "Abe" Jones

They came to pray, on Christmas Day
When, the Christ Child was born -
They came to see, Virgin Mary
Bear hope for the forlorn.

Some from afar, followed that star
Though why, they were not sure -
At great expense, brought frankincense -
And gifts of spice and myrrh.

They gathered 'round, as if spellbound -
Their eyes lit by the glow -
For, from the bed, o'er Jesus' head
There was a bright halo.

That Child did things, to poor and kings
With the gaze of His eye -
He gave some hope, helped others cope
And some, He made them cry.

Down on their knees, they said, "Lord, please
Stop pain and suffering.
Make all on Earth, of the same worth
With the joy, that you can bring."

"Please teach of love, from God above
Shared, by each fellow man.
Show us the way, what we must say
To fit, the Heavenly plan."

He tried for years, to end mans' fears -
Brought miracles each day -
He taught His word, (not always heard)
And for our souls, He'd pray.

But, it seems greed, had sown its' seed
For some, 'twas much too late.
And though He cared and, always shared
The Cross had sealed His fate.

Now, all mankind, for being blind
Must someday, pass the test.
But, if lived right, both day and night
Mans' future could be blessed.

So Christmas Day, take time to pray
To bow your head and see
That God above, will send His love
For all eternity.
They Won't Be Home For Christmas
- by Del "Abe" Jones

Another year, American Heroes
Are fighting in a foreign land
But hopefully, with an end in sight
To this part of life they hadn't planned.

They do their duty without question
And they all stand proud and tall
They are placed there in harm's way
As they answer, our Country's call.

They'll get by the best they can
And improvise ingenious ways
To find a way to celebrate
The meaning of the Holidays.

Peace on Earth, good will towards men
Is really, kinda hard to do
When all around, there are folks
Whose only wish, is to kill you.

There are far too many families
Who will never again know the joy
That the Christmastime can bring
And cruel, wartime can destroy.

The lucky will return back home
But lives will never be the same
Forever changed in heart and mind
By humankind's unholy game.

They won't be home for Christmas
And sadly, some will never be
But all of them will share one thing
That's the war Hero's legacy.

So as you gather 'round the tree
With your loved ones by your side
Think about those, ?over there?
While you enjoy, your Yuletide.
MY CHRISTMAS TREE
- by Del "Abe" Jones

My Christmas tree still grows
In the forest 'neath the sky
Branches bowed with decorations
Unseen by the naked eye
The kinds of ornaments
You can't buy in any store
Made from recollections
From Christmases of yore
Nights spent until wee hours
Putting those toys together
Going out late for batteries
Into the wintry weather
The flushed, excited faces
The wide eyes filled with glee
Some old memories of those times
When that excited child was me
Friends and family dropping by
With loads of Christmas cheer
When leaving, shouting wishes
To wish, a "Happy New Year"
Some memories of quiet eves
In front of a cracklin' fire
A hot toddy, maybe two
Before this Santa'd retire
But friends and family move
And some may really go away
But they've a place in my heart
Christmas Eve and Christmas day
For now those kids of yesteryear
They suddenly are grown
They find mates, get married
Have families of their own
Those Christmas decorations
Need not sparkle and shine
For memories bring a beauty
Of a very special kind
CHRISTMAS SENSES
- by Del "Abe" Jones

Christmas trees with twinkling lights
Sparkling tinsel spread around
Ornaments and decorations
On the green boughs, hanging down.

A wreath of holy on the outside
Mistletoe above the door
Sounds of those Christmas carols
Telling tales of Christmas lore.

Presents wrapped in shiny paper
Tied with pretty ribbons' bows
The wonder in wee ones' eyes
As their anticipation grows.

The chill crispness of the air
Falling crystals of white snow
The family gathered' round the hearth
Warmed by the crackling glow.

Eggnog topped with nutmeg
The pies, candies and cakes
The aroma from the kitchen
Of the oven as it bakes.

A birthday celebration
For that someone up above
Thought and wishes 'round the earth
For a world of peace and love.

It's too bad it can't be Christmas
With all it's hope and cheer
It's too bad life can't be lived
Like this day, all through the year.
SOUNDS OF CHRISTMAS
- by Del "Abe" Jones

There's music of the holidays
Playing on the radio -
There's Christmas decorations
Almost everywhere you go.

The Salvation Army bells
Ring out for the poor -
The "Ho,ho." of Santa Claus
In the department stores.

Carolers sing Christmas songs -
Going, house to house -
Tales about, where no one stirs
Not even, a mouse.

Hoofbeats in fresh fallen snow
Pulling, an open sleigh -
Children asking Mom and Dad
"Is Santa on his way?"

Cracklin' from the fireplace -
Roasting chestnuts 'neath the coals -
The soft murmur of prayers
Said, for the lost souls.

Friends and family gather
To toast, Christmas cheer -
There's sounds of angels singing
(If, you really want to hear.

The sounds of Christmas, fill the air
As we celebrate His birth -
Wishing joy, to all mankind
And peace to all on earth.
CHRISTMAS EVE
- by Del "Abe" Jones

This time of year the church bells ring
And carolers on corners, sing
Of gifts of love and peace and cheer
And a happy, prosperous New Year.

This time of year the children's glee
At sitting there on Santa's knee
And telling him, (when they believe)
What he should bring on Christmas Eve.


DEAR SANTA
- by Del "Abe" Jones

Dear Santa, I'm older
But, still believe in you
(At least, I believe in
The things you try, to do).

Maybe, I can't ask for
A Tonka, or, a train.
(But, if you'd bring one of them
You know, I won't complain).

But, what I really wish for
Is a special present
Love that can't be "returned"
Once it has been sent.

Everybody needs a little
And some, need a lot
But, if you get a tiny bit
You still know what you got.

So Santa, drop a little
Under each Christmas tree
Then, all will get a present
From what it's 'posed to be.

And if there is no tree
For the alone, and poor
When you get, to their place
Just, drop, a little more.
ALL OF GODS' CREATURES
- by Del "Abe" Jones

It's the morning of Christmas
And all through my house
Not a creature was stirring
'Cept that pesky mouse.

I can hear him scurrying
Up over my bed
And if I'd caught him
He'd wish he'd hid, instead.

But, since it's Christmas
I put out some cheese
And I'll let him eat
All that he please.

Guess the seasons mood
Has made me go soft
Even towards that mouse
Up there in the loft.

He's one of Gods' creatures
And I'm not one to say
That he's not a place
In the Earthly way.

There's lots of things
We don't understand
Why He put them here
Or fit in His plan.

Ours is not to question
Wondering, "Why?"
About all those things
That walk, crawl, swim, and fly.

We've already forced
Some to be extinct
And if we keep on
We'll be, on that brink.

So here's to Gods' creatures
The great, and small
For I know, without them
The world ends, that's all!
CHRISTMAS
- by Del "Abe" Jones

Merry Christmas to all
And Happy New Year, too
As we all say, farewell
To this year almost, through.

I wish you good health
Happiness and cheer
And all the best things
In, the new, coming year.

I wish peace for the world
And true freedom for all
For the Devil and hate
A final, downfall..

I hope those filled with greed
Will find they have enough
That love and friendship
Will replace all that "stuff".

I hope the homeless and hungry
Find relief from their plight
(And we know they would
if, we'd all do what's right).

I wish a life for the Children
That, will be worth living
Each with loving parents
Who know, the art of giving.

Colorblind would be fine
And respect for our Brother
An end to those Religions
That believe, there is no other.

I wish Mankind united
In one common cause
To root out all evil
To, make it, what was.

I hope all who have passed
Find peace, in their New World
And that the Stars & Stripes
Will fly proudly, unfurled.

I hope we'll care for our Earth
Quit polluting this place
Before it's too late
For the Human Race.

So Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night
And during this Season
Let's vow, to do right.

CHRISTMAS SPREE
- by Del "Abe" Jones

The World is in turmoil
There's War everywhere
People starving and homeless
And not enough seem to care.

It's not their kid who's dying
In some place across the sea
Or who is mere skin and bones
With no one to hear their plea.

Some people are too busy
Out spending their money
To try and to outdo others
If not sad, it would be funny.

Some began it months ago
Swiping that plastic, credit card
There's some will never pay it off
And for most, it will be hard.

Then there are those people
Who want, "politically correct"
Who want, "Happy Holidays"
(What else would you expect?)

They can't leave well enough alone
The way it's always been for years
They say it might offend someone
And there's some other stupid fears.

Peace and Goodwill are evasive
And they will most likely never be
As long as the rich get richer
From War and the Christmas spending spree.

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Laughing - Short and Funny rhyming Christmas Poems

I laugh a lot,
I can never stop.
That's just,
that;s who I am.
I can't go a day
or even an hour
without laughing
or giggling.
My friends all
know it.
But even if I've
had the worst day.

Read chrismas poetry books

Christmas Poetry Books

"The Oxford Book Of Christmas Poems"

This is a lovely book of Christmas poems, suitable for children as well as adults, It contains many excellent illustrations and some of the poems in "Christmas Pie" section of the Christmas-time site are also contained within this book. The editors, Michael Harrison and Christopher Stuart-Clark, obviously have excellent taste.

This is a lovely book of Christmas poems, suitable for children as well as adults, It contains many excellent illustrations and some of the poems in "Christmas Pie" section of the Christmas-time site are also contained within this book. The editors, Michael Harrison and Christopher Stuart-Clark, obviously have excellent taste.
'This is a superb collection: serious and funny, meditative and prayerful, narrative and in song-form. The illustrations by many artists are beautiful .... an excellent gift.' The Malvern Gazette.

"A Child's Christmas In Wales" by Dylan Thomas.

This is one of my very favorite books, full of language that I never grow tired of. It is beautiful and if you don't own a copy already buy one immediately and put a smile on your Christmas.
You will find more information about this book in the prose section of this web-site. It is basically a celebration of the author's childhood and Christmas in a small Welsh town and contains some of the most charming and endearing stories ever written on the subject of Christmas. No one should be without a copy of this beautiful little book at Christmas.

Other books by Dylan Thomas

"The Young Oxford Book of Christmas Poems" Michael Harrison & Christopher Start-Clark Editors.

Don't be misled by the title. This is a book to be enjoyed by poetry lovers of all ages who are susceptible to the magic of Christmas. Any poetry book that includes W.H.Auden's "Well, So That Is That" can't be just a kid's book. It really is a wonderful collection of Christmas Poetry with works from such poets as Blake, Clare, Donne, Herrick, Stevenson, de la Mare, Hardy and Rosetti as well as more contemporary writers including Dylan Thomas, John Hedgley, Charles Causley, Sylvia Plath, U.A. Fanthorpe and Ted Hughes. This is an excellent source of material for anyone putting together a rehearsed reading as a Christmas Entertainment ......... as of course are the Christmas Poetry and Christmas Prose sections of the Christmas-Time web site.


"The Works" by Pam Ayres.

A collection of the poetry by Pam Ayres, this book offers an amalgamation of all her works up to the time this book was published. Her poems take a humorous and honest look at life's pleasures and tribulations and includes such poems as "Goodwill To Men - Give Us Your Money", "Oh I Wish I'd Looked After me Teeth" and "Do You Think Bruce Springsteen Would Fancy Me?".

Other books by Pam Ayres

John Betjeman's Collected Poems Price

"Collected Poems" made publishing history when it first appeared and has sold over two million copies. This edition includes "Uncollected Poems" (the last of the individual volumes not included in the previous edition) and also two additional unpublished poems. This is a wonderful collection of meaningful and accessible poetry, including "Advent 1955" and "Christmas", that is a must for any personal library.

Other books by John Betjeman

"Christmas Poems" An Anthology by Gaby Morgan

A wonderful anthology of beautiful new and classic poems, carols and hymns for Christmas. It captures all the emotion and excitement of the festive season, from anticipation to enjoyment, to the joy of the New Year. Christmas is coming, The geese are getting fat, Please to put a penny In the old man's hat. If you haven't got a penny, A ha'penny will do; If you haven't got a ha'penny, Then God bless you! Anon.


"Christmas Poems" by U.A. Fanthorpe This collection brings together the poems U.A. Fanthorpe has been sending out to friends as Christmas cards since 1974. Now readers can enjoy Fanthorpe's yearly output in its entirety, including some previously unpublished poems. Her subject matter covers a broad range of seasonal characters, from angels to personified Christmas trees, and a variety of styles to match.
"If you love or hate Christmas, believe or disbelieve passionately, or simply value short, pithy poems, this book will surely be a treasure for you. It's funny, irreverent and godly all at once. Can be given to the aged aunt or the stroppy brat in the sure knowledge that it will make both chuckle and feel it was written for them. I have bought 3 copies (and no, I don't know the author!)"

Other books by U.A. Fanthorpe

"My First Book OF Christmas Poems" John Foster (Editor)

Put a little bit of sparkle into your Christmas with this glittering collection. Richly illustrated and beautifully designed, this book is a present you will want to open over and over again. There are poems about everything you can think of to do with Christmas - from decorations to food, from parties to presents, and of course the real reason for the celebrations. A festive feast for the eyes and for the imagination.A wide-ranging, balanced, and lively collection, with contributions from AA Milne, Tony Mitton, Berlie Doherty and Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Illustrated in zinging, jewel-like colour with tremendous charm and energy.


" The Brink" by Jacob Polley

This is the debut collection from the poet considered to be the new Paul Farley. Jacob Polley already has a formidable reputation as one of the sharpest and most unusual new voices to have appeared on the scene in many years. Now, with the publication of his first collection, "The Brink", readers will have their first opportunity to see his remarkable transforming imagination in action, where a jar of honey is '... the sun, all flesh and no bones / but for the floating knuckle / of honeycomb / attesting to the nature of the struggle', and a gull's hovering is 'suddenly akin / to dangling on a coat hook / by the back of a coat you're still in'.
The Christmas connection in this excellent book of outstanding poetry is "Snow". I love it! You can read it now if you take this link

If you would like to know more about this book or other Pan MacMillan publications you can use the following link: www.panmacmillan.com

"Talking Turkeys" by Benjamin Zephaniah

"Be kind to yu turkeys dis christmas"! Who else but Benjamin Zephaniah lets us know that turkeys 'jus wanna play reggae' and wakes us up to 'Civil Lies'? In my opinion this is an excellent, fun, well-illustrated book. Great for young and old and if you haven't got it yet then may I suggest that you put it on your next birthday list. Nice one Benjamin! Reviewed by Bernie from London.

Other books by Benjamin Zephaniah


"Christmas Please" Editor: Douglas Brooks-Davies Illust'r: Dovrat Ben-Nahum

This is a must-have collection of seasonal poems that is worth buying for the stunning watercolour illustrations alone, beautifully created by Dovrat Ben-Nahum. They are all here; the baby Jesus and the three kings, holly and mistletoe, angels and carols, mince pies and gifts in this wonderful selection of poetry on every aspect of Christmas, taken from the whole range of English verse, from the Middle Ages to the present day. There are many delightful poems to please every mood and taste. All you have to do to buy it is click the above illustration. (Sorry, UK only.)


"Beyond The Parasol" by Stephen Leake

This debut collection gives readers their first chance to see Leake's imagination in action. All the poems contained here were written between September 2003 and May 2004. The symbols and images used tend to harness nature, the sea and scenes from the writer's past. The title poem 'Beyond the Parasol' opens with a series of images which disappear into its final line. This sets the scene for the whole collection. The poems are evanescent with a strong balance between image and idea.

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Free Christmas poems, greetings and verse for family, friends, kids, teachers. This Christmas poetry includes secular holiday poems, Christian Christmas verse and prayers, two Christmas love poems and a military holiday greeting.




















What Do We Love About Christmas?


What do we love about Christmas;
Does our delight reside in things?
Or are the feelings in our hearts
The real gift that Christmas brings.


It's seeing those we love,
And sending Christmas cards, too,
Appreciating people who bring us joy
Special people just like you.


By Joanna Fuchs

Thursday, December 3, 2009

This article is about the American holiday.

This article is about the American holiday. For the holiday in Newfoundland and Labrador, see Memorial Day (Newfoundland and Labrador). For the holiday in South Korea, see Memorial Day (South Korea).
Memorial Day
Memorial Day
The gravestones at Arlington National Cemetery are graced by U.S. flags on Memorial Day.
Type National
Date Last Monday in May
Observances Remembrance of American war dead

Memorial Day is a United States federal holiday observed on the last Monday of May (May 25 in 2009). Formerly known as Decoration Day, it commemorates U.S. men and women who died while in the military service.[1] First enacted to honor Union soldiers of the American Civil War (it is celebrated near the day of reunification after the Civil War), it was expanded after World War I.
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* 1 Memorial Day Order
* 2 Traditional observance
* 3 Community observance
* 4 History
* 5 In literature and music
* 6 See also
* 7 References
* 8 External links

[edit] Memorial Day Order

Headquarters, Grand Army of the Republic

Washington, D.C., May 5, 1868

I. The 30th day of May, 1869, is designated for the purpose of strewing with flowers or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country during the late rebellion, and whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village, and hamlet churchyard in the land. In this observance no form or ceremony is prescribed, but posts and comrades will in their own way arrange such fitting services and testimonials of respect as circumstances may permit.

We are organized, comrades as our regulations tell us, for the purpose, among other things, "of preserving and strengthening those kind and fraternal feelings which have bound together the soldiers, sailors, and marines who united to suppress the late rebellion." What can aid more to assure this result than by cherishing tenderly the memory of our heroic dead, who made their breasts a barricade between our country and its foe? Their soldier lives were the reveille of freedom to a race in chains, and their death a tattoo of rebellious tyranny in arms. We should guard their graves with sacred vigilance. All that the consecrated wealth and taste of the Nation can add to their adornment and security is but a fitting tribute to the memory of her slain defenders. Let no wanton foot tread rudely on such hallowed grounds. Let pleasant paths invite the coming and going of reverent visitors and found mourners. Let no vandalism of avarice or neglect, no ravages of time, testify to the present or to the coming generations that we have forgotten, as a people, the cost of free and undivided republic.

If other eyes grow dull and other hands slack, and other hearts cold in the solemn trust, ours shall keep it well as long as the light and warmth of life remain in us.

Let us, then, at the time appointed, gather around their sacred remains and garland the passionless mounds above them with choicest flowers of springtime; let us raise above them the dear old flag they saved from dishonor; let us in this solemn presence renew our pledges to aid and assist those whom they have left among us as sacred charges upon the Nation's gratitude,--the soldier's and sailor's widow and orphan.

II. It is the purpose of the Commander-in-Chief to inaugurate this observance with the hope it will be kept up from year to year, while a survivor of the war remains to honor the memory of his departed comrades. He earnestly desires the public press to call attention to this Order, and lend its friendly aid in bringing it to the notice of comrades in all parts of the country in time for simultaneous compliance therewith.

III. Department commanders will use every effort to make this order effective.

By command of: JOHN A. LOGAN, Commander-in-Chief.
—General Orders No. 11, Grand Army of the Republic Headquarters[2].

[edit] Traditional observance
A boy holds an American flag during the 2009 National Memorial Day Concert on the West Lawn of the United States Capitol.

Many people observe this holiday by visiting cemeteries and memorials. A national moment of remembrance takes place at 3 p.m. local time. Another tradition is to fly the flag of the United States at half-staff from dawn until noon local time. Volunteers often place American flags on each grave site at National Cemeteries.

Members of the Veterans of Foreign Wars take donations[3] for poppies in the days leading up to Memorial Day; the poppy's significance to Memorial Day is the result of the John McCrae poem "In Flanders Fields."

In addition to remembrance, Memorial Day is also used as a time for picnics, barbecues, family gatherings, and sporting events. One of the longest-standing traditions is the running of the Indianapolis 500, which has been held in conjunction with Memorial Day since 1911.

The National Memorial Day Concert takes place on the west lawn of the United States Capitol. The concert is broadcast on PBS and NPR. Music is performed, and respect is paid to the men and women who gave their lives for their country.

Some Americans view Memorial Day as the unofficial beginning of summer and Labor Day as the unofficial end of the season.

Memorial Day formerly was observed on May 30. The Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW) and Sons of Union Veterans of the Civil War (SUVCW) advocate returning to this fixed date, although the significance of the date is tenuous. The VFW stated in a 2002 Memorial Day Address:

Changing the date merely to create three-day weekends has undermined the very meaning of the day. No doubt, this has contributed a lot to the general public's nonchalant observance of Memorial Day.[4]

Since 1987, Hawaii's Senator Daniel Inouye, a World War II veteran, has repeatedly introduced measures to return Memorial Day to its traditional date.
[edit] Community observance

In addition to national observances, many individual communities hold memorial observance for fallen soldiers who were from that town by having a ceremony in a church or town memorial park. It is common for fire and police departments to remember and honor members lost in the line of duty. Towns often hold a Memorial Day parade in honor of such residents. Participation in such a parade is by community organizations such as members of the local emergency services and their vehicles, Rotary Clubs, Boy Scouts of America, Girl Scouts of the USA, and bands from the local high school or church groups.
[edit] History
Flags flying at Fort Logan National Cemetery during Memorial Day, 2006

Following the end of the Civil War, many communities set aside a day to mark the end of the war or as a memorial to those who had died. Some of the places creating an early memorial day include Sharpsburg, Maryland, located near Antietam Battlefield; Charleston, South Carolina; Boalsburg, Pennsylvania; Petersburg, Virginia; Carbondale, Illinois; Columbus, Mississippi; many communities in Vermont; and some two dozen other cities and towns. These observances coalesced around Decoration Day, honoring the Union dead, and the several Confederate Memorial Days.

According to Professor David Blight of the Yale University History Department, the first memorial day was observed by formerly enslaved black people at the Washington Race Course (today the location of Hampton Park) in Charleston, South Carolina. The race course had been used as a temporary Confederate prison camp in 1865 as well as a mass grave for Union soldiers who died there. Immediately after the cessation of hostilities, formerly enslaved people exhumed the bodies from the mass grave and reinterred them properly with individual graves. They built a fence around the graveyard with an entry arch and declared it a Union graveyard. The work was completed in only ten days. On May 1, 1865, the Charleston newspaper reported that a crowd of up to ten thousand, mainly black residents, including 2800 children, processed to the location for a celebration which included sermons, singing, and a picnic on the grounds, thereby creating the first Decoration Day.[5]

The official birthplace of Memorial Day is Waterloo, New York. The village was credited with being the place of origin because it observed the day on May 5, 1866, and each year thereafter. The friendship between General John Murray, a distinguished citizen of Waterloo, and General John A. Logan, who helped bring attention to the event nationwide, was likely a factor in the holiday's growth.

Logan had been the principal speaker in a citywide memorial observation on April 29, 1866, at a cemetery in Carbondale, Illinois, an event that likely gave him the idea to make it a national holiday. On May 5, 1868, in his capacity as commander-in-chief of the Grand Army of the Republic, a veterans' organization, Logan issued a proclamation that "Decoration Day" be observed nationwide[6]. It was observed for the first time on May 30 of the same year; the date was chosen because it was not the anniversary of a battle. The tombs of fallen Union soldiers were decorated in remembrance.

Many of the states of the U.S. South refused to celebrate Decoration Day, due to lingering hostility towards the Union Army and also because there were relatively few veterans of the Union Army who were buried in the South. A notable exception was Columbus, Mississippi, which on April 25, 1866, at its Decoration Day commemorated both the Union and Confederate casualties buried in its cemetery.[7]
Troops at the Washington, D.C. Memorial Day parade, 1942.

Waterloo's designation as the birthplace took place just in time for the village's centennial observance. The U.S. House of Representatives and the Senate unanimously passed House Concurrent Resolution 587 on May 17 and May 19, 1966 respectively, which reads in part as follows: "Resolved that the Congress of the United States, in recognition of the patriotic tradition set in motion one hundred years ago in the Village of Waterloo, NY, does hereby officially recognize Waterloo, New York as the birthplace of Memorial Day..."

On May 26, 1966, President Lyndon B. Johnson signed a Presidential Proclamation recognizing Waterloo, New York, as the Birthplace of Memorial Day. In 1965, the William H. Burton House was purchased by the Waterloo Library and Historical Society to house collections and memorabilia related to the birth of Memorial Day in Waterloo.[8] It is known as the National Memorial Day Museum. The house was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1996.[9]

The alternative name of "Memorial Day" was first used in 1882. It did not become more common until after World War II, and was not declared the official name by Federal law until 1967. On June 28, 1968, the United States Congress passed the Uniform Holidays Bill, which moved three holidays from their traditional dates to a specified Monday in order to create a convenient three-day weekend. The holidays included Washington's Birthday, now celebrated as Presidents' Day; Veterans Day and Memorial Day. The change moved Memorial Day from its traditional May 30 date to the last Monday in May. The law took effect at the federal level in 1971.

After some initial confusion and unwillingness to comply, all 50 states adopted the measure within a few years. In 1978, Veterans Day was eventually changed back to its traditional date on November 11. Most corporate businesses no longer close on Veterans Day, Columbus Day or President's Day, with the day after Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, and/or New Year's Eve often substituted as more convenient "holidays" for their employees. Memorial Day endures as a holiday which most businesses observe because it marks the beginning of the "summer vacation season." This role is filled in neighboring Canada by Victoria Day, which occurs either on May 24 or the last Monday before that date, placing it exactly one week before Memorial Day.
[edit] In literature and music

Charles Ives's symphonic poem "Decoration Day" depicted the holiday as he experienced it in his childhood, with his father's band leading the way to the town cemetery, the playing of "Taps" on a trumpet, and a livelier march tune on the way back to the town. It is frequently played with three other Ives works based on holidays as the second movement of A New England Holidays Symphony.
[edit] See also

* A Great Jubilee Day
* Confederate Memorial Day
* Newfoundland and Labrador Memorial Day
* Nora Fontaine Davidson
* Remembrance Day
* South Korea Memorial Day

[edit] References

1. ^ United States Department of Veterans Affairs
2. ^ United States Department of Veterans Affairs
3. ^ http://www.cal-mum.com/poppy.htm
4. ^ Mechant, David (2007-04-28). "Memorial Day History". http://www.usmemorialday.org/backgrnd.html. Retrieved 2007-05-26.
5. ^ http://www.postandcourier.com/news/2009/may/24/the_first_memorial_day83450/ Retrieved 2009-05-24
6. ^ General Order #11
7. ^ [1] Did You Know?, US Genealogy Network
8. ^ Nancy L. Todd (March 1996). "National Register of Historic Places Registration: William H. Burton House". New York State Office of Parks, Recreation and Historic Preservation. http://www.oprhp.state.ny.us/hpimaging/hp_view.asp?GroupView=8454. Retrieved 2009-11-10.
9. ^ "National Register Information System". National Register of Historic Places. National Park Service. 2009-03-13. http://www.nr.nps.gov/.